However, I now believe this to be a place that I will never find.
It began many years ago as soft whispers ringing in my ears,
But all these decades later it continues to play upon my fears.
Their vociferations have become a continuous echo in my head,
Each voice louder than the last, till there is no sense in what is said.
Into a confluence of total confusion these utterances begin to blend,
And only in the state of blissful sleep do these clattering voices end.
In dreams Their words turn to images, and everything becomes quite clear,
And it is here in these wonderful apparitions that the Gods to me appear.
When the loud cacophony of the day has turned into the dreams of night,
It is within these incredible visions that the Gods show me what to write.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright 2015.